Stolen from the Hitman: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance(58)

“Ah, that feels good,” I whimper, and he bites down a little bit harder, holding the pressure there until I’m squirming beneath him, my entire body feeling like it’s filled with electricity.

Max’s other hand cups my right breast, his thumbs sliding over my sensitive nipples so that I inhale sharply, my eyes rolling back in my head. I never knew I could feel this good, this blissful. But when he pinches the other nipple, I can’t help but gyrate my hips a little with excitement.

“Oh god, Max,” I whimper, and his green eyes look up at me, and seeing him there, sucking on my breast is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life. He lets my breast fall from his mouth as he grins at me, as if he’s just figured me out.

“You like a little bit of pain, malyutka?” he asks, and it sends another shiver down my spine. I don’t answer, and his fingers reach down between my legs, feeling out the source of my heat. “You do like it,” he confirms, rubbing me gently, with only my panties separating us.

My body certainly does, and I try not to think about what that says about me. As he rubs me, he kisses my neck, my collarbone, my exposed breasts, with every touch feeling so new and different. Some are rougher, and then gentler, and the contrast is driving me mad.

He lets go of my nipple, all stiff and tingling with sensation, and lets his other hand roam down my body, feeling out along my hip.

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met, Olivia,” he says, his fingers grazing over my athletic body. I’ve always been a bit self-conscious about my looks, but there’s such earnestness in his voice that I can’t dare question him.

His fingers pull away from my pussy, and for a second, I think he’s going to leave me. Instead, his fingers work into the waistband of my panties, tugging them down so slowly I think I’m going to die. No one has ever seen me like this, and the way he’s unveiling me, like a Christmas present, is at once scary and mind numbingly hot.

I watch as he does, as he inhales the scent of my pussy, and the rumble in his chest as he does so.

“Like a sweet peach,” he says before grinning up at me. “I’m going to take a taste.”

Before I can say another word, his face is buried between my thighs, and the most sensational pleasure ever is shooting through me. I can’t help but cry out, and it’s so intense, I try to squirm away. His large hands, though, clasp down on my thighs, and with his brute strength, he holds me still and makes me feel the explosive pleasure that I’ve never known.

“Oh god,” I whimper, my fingers tangling in his hair.

It’s so intense, especially as he slowly slides one finger inside of me, my pussy clenching tightly around it. I’ve never had anyone inside of me before, in any way. Max drags his tongue in a tantalizing circle around my tight little bundle of nerves while his finger slides in and out, stroking against a part of me I never knew existed.

It brings a perfect silence to my mind, and everything else drifts away, leaving me to fully experience him and his body as it presses against mine. When I twitch and flinch away he firmly holds me in place, his eyes meeting with mine.

It’s unlike any other sight in the world. This big, strong Russian man between my slender thighs, his mouth moving over my most private of parts. It looks so sexy that I can’t hold back anymore, and the flood dams open, and I yelp — my first ever orgasm crashes over my body.

“Khoroshaya devochka,” Max mumbles, his voice thick with need.

He’s slow to move away, though, making sure every jolt of pleasure has passed through me before he finally sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he looks down on me. There’s a fire behind his eyes, and excitement that wasn’t there before, as if he’s just now come alive. I like it, and more than that, I like the fact that I made him look so blissful with just my own pleasure.

His large hands drop to the front of his trousers, his hand hanging there for a second as he studies my face. I’m not sure what he’s looking for, but he seems to have found it in my post-orgasm expression, because his fingers then work his way out of his pants, letting his massive cock spring free.

I can’t help but stare once more, and this time there’s no shame of spying on him when I wasn’t invited. This time, I can truly appreciate him in his full maleness. It’s so much bigger than when he was in the shower, and it stands erect, bouncing every few moments as his eyes study my body.

“I’ll go gentle for your first time,” he says, and I nod as I reach out to touch him. It’s so curious, so heated and hard, yet his skin is so soft and ribbed with pulsing veins. His cock jumps at my touch, and I recoil my hand, looking up at him.